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[flyboy_shepp]

Muffin was staring at him, and John stared right back. Their rivalry went back years - John still had a scar from when she'd first jumped on his goddamn head, if you looked close enough - and though John could ignore her most of the time and Muffin was happy to return the favor, every once in a while she got a little ornery. More than usual, anyway

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[robin_sparkles]

"And I left the dogs at home," Robin said with a shake of her head, watching both the man and the cat. "Four of them versus the one of that thing? I think they could take it," she said confidently with a brisk nod of her head, heading for the shelves to start looking for some quality John Woo to prove to Barney that yes, it was, in fact, the best of film genres ever.

[flyboy_shepp]

"I don't know," John said, looking over his magazine again as he gave Muffin's behind a speculative look. "Muffin's pretty fiesty. They'd have to be big dogs, but even then, I'd place my bets on her."

[robin_sparkles]

"Four dogs, though. Plus?" Robin assured with a point of her finger to the cat. "I'm totally teaching them how to be brutal attack dogs. You know, when they aren't licking me all over and trying to beg for treats." She flashed the man a broad grin. "It yours?"

[flyboy_shepp]

"God no," John shook his head, looking a lot less agitated than he actually was at the thought. He didn't think he could live with being the owner of the spawn of Satan. "No, she belonged to someone before he disappeared. I think someone takes care of her now, but she's mostly got run of the compound."

[robin_sparkles]

"Well, she's still got one ugly mug," Robin said, mouthing 'wow' at the whole 'it's a she' thing because she thought she had image issues some days. She definitely had nothing on that thing. "I'm Robin, by the way. In case you need to summon me for attack dogs, at some point."

[flyboy_shepp]

"John Sheppard," he replied, tipping the magazine up as a greeting. "And I'll keep that in mind. Muffin's got it out for my own dog too, and he just takes it like a wimp."

But he still wouldn't trade Cash for anything. Even if John was expecting another bird carcass near the hut when he got home.

[robin_sparkles]

"What kind of dog do you have?" Robin asked, suddenly excited, given that of the few things that resembled home in this place, pet-care was one of the few bastions she had left. And she was going to indulge in them wherever possible.

[flyboy_shepp]

"He's a Direwolf-Lipwigzer mix. Lipwigzer's basically a rottweiler from another world," John explained. It was still a damn weird name, but he felt bad calling Cash anything else. "He was born here."

[robin_sparkles]

Robin had to pause on that count, because she knew that she tried to get a hold of the information about her dogs whenever they were born. "Did he just happen to help father a bunch of puppies?" Robin asked, warily.

[flyboy_shepp]

John groaned, deep and heartfelt. "Please tell me you're referring to the months old puppies and not a brand new litter."

If Cash had gone and knocked up another dog, they were going to have words.

Most of which ended up spelling S-N-I-P, if possible.

[robin_sparkles]

"The months old puppies, don't worry," Robin assured with a warm laugh, grinning. "I named mine Colt. And Colt is definitely being trained very, very well if you want to come by and see your dog's progeny?"